Friday, May 15, 2009

Dear Me

Trade one illusion for anotherTake a culture and call it a tribeSlap a new label onRotate the fruitA la carte with the fairy talesBreak it up and shuffle it aroundWe're all here playing a silly gameSome games hurt, others healIllusion is the only alternative to utter despairLet's kid ourselves and believe somethingFill the void so that the void may be filledYou don't know what you really areFigures on a screen, letters on a page, words from a mouthThere's nothing for you here, or there

8 comments:

Dr. Funk
said...

Shit Bro, I was sitting right here watching you post that rubbish. Can't you just find the flow of life? Always gotta be thinking about shit, talking about shit, talk, talk, talk. Picking the music apart, analyzing the movies, scrutinize tv shows, dissect the art, thinking about LIFE!

Shit Bro, let it go! God don't need you always getting up in his business. You aint got nothing figured out. You need to get back to nature, where you either eating it, or it's eating you. You ever seen a lion feed himself with his good deeds? Get with the program, put the comic books down, and get some serious nastiness, get some hurt, get some sweet pussy, get bloody, get a life.

Dang Bro-Aeolus, The Dr. sho nuff Funked you up! Let’s hope that teaches your Velveeta smooth palm reading ass a lesson in real life. Your rants are all anal-ysis and no breast-esus. Dude man you used be so down with us heathens. I owe everything I know about guns to you. Remember back when we’d bite the heads off white doves and spit em out onto the blue hairs down at the old folks home? Oh those sweeeet screams! Now that was pure music. Where did you go wrong freak-o-sophy watcherman?!

HEY MAN ~ WHY YOU GOTTA PICK ON THE GUY, ANONYMOUS AND DR. FUINK??? ARE YOU SO CHIC(KKK)EN THAT YOU CAT EVEN ADMIT THAT YOR LIFE IS JUST WHOTEVR YOU MAKE IT BUT ITS ALL YOUR CHOICE SO JUST GET OVER IT JEEZ!!!

This is a fascinating blog, and this post resonates with some thoughts that have been brought to the fore of deliberations on part of my psyche. I've become increasingly aware of my habit towards exchanging one system of containment for another, however, in that move, or release of old for new, I believe I have been erroneously interpreting it for expansion. As the post states, break it up and shuffle it around, which is what I feel I have been doing. Not only that, but I have come to realize that this system of rotation has become a snare in itself. I don't even know what the alternative to my vicarious assumptions might be. I could talk to people but then I would just be subjecting myself to their second hand assumptions. I'm not at all surprised by the hostility found here in the comments section, as they clearly reveal nothing short of a survivalist reaction directed towards defending an illusory grasp of our very being for which no real alternative seems to exist.